12 Haiku:

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Her fresh looks, fading...
Laughingly, she mocks aloud
Every day's sunrise.

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Once sweet, soon bitter
Summer heat makes her weary
Love's a fickle thing

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The gardens grow cold--
The mark of her departure
Soon, Spring returns!

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Once a precious thing,
now grown ugly in old age
Time exacts its wrath.

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An eerie feeling
A grey, glum premonition
A wintery sorrow

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After the morning
Night comes to play. Light and Dark.
Integral to days.

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Bound onto the ground
Mountains soar into the sky
Captive to shackles

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The cries of its bark
Willow swaying in the wind
Begs the winds to leave

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Twisting and coiling
The bonsai have no freedom
Slaves to art, beauty

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Culture carves them up
Bonsai can never be free
Until Bonsai dies

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Haiku are born in
Seventeen steps of struggle
And then they all die

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It comes in the dark
Creeping forward, brilliantly
Disappears at dusk

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